Saturday, September 30, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Small Animal
This morning I started work at 6:30 so I could have a few hours to take Billie to the UW vet clinic. She's been crusty, scabby, and itchy since July, so we were at long last headed for Dermatology.
I had trouble following their directions, and somehow made a wrong turn into the 'Large Animal' area. I thought I might find parking around the back of the building. Instead I found a small herd of cows. After a quick turn round I reached some parking for the 'Small Animal' clinic.
I brought my 7 lb. Billie into the reception area, where her shock was something awful. She normally attends a quiet, almost peaceful clinic exclusively for spoiled cats much like herself. But today she found herself surrounded by some of the most enormous (and noisy!) canines I've ever seen in person. Though not an uncommon feeling for me, being petite, I felt dwarfed by these dogs. Billie was visibly offended, and she cowered and trembled when they began barking. To make matters worse, someone began running a vaccuum cleaner over the entranceway to pick up some fur... Billie's least favorite home appliance.
All in all the visit was successful. I got to see her blood cells, skin cells, and yeast on an overhead monitor as four vet students scribbled madly on clipboarded forms, and we brought home several bottles of pills and tubes of gunk. Billie is skittish, but has otherwise recovered. Tonight we begin yet another month-long regimen of treatment for my hyper-sensitive little friend.
I had trouble following their directions, and somehow made a wrong turn into the 'Large Animal' area. I thought I might find parking around the back of the building. Instead I found a small herd of cows. After a quick turn round I reached some parking for the 'Small Animal' clinic.
I brought my 7 lb. Billie into the reception area, where her shock was something awful. She normally attends a quiet, almost peaceful clinic exclusively for spoiled cats much like herself. But today she found herself surrounded by some of the most enormous (and noisy!) canines I've ever seen in person. Though not an uncommon feeling for me, being petite, I felt dwarfed by these dogs. Billie was visibly offended, and she cowered and trembled when they began barking. To make matters worse, someone began running a vaccuum cleaner over the entranceway to pick up some fur... Billie's least favorite home appliance.
All in all the visit was successful. I got to see her blood cells, skin cells, and yeast on an overhead monitor as four vet students scribbled madly on clipboarded forms, and we brought home several bottles of pills and tubes of gunk. Billie is skittish, but has otherwise recovered. Tonight we begin yet another month-long regimen of treatment for my hyper-sensitive little friend.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Settling back in...
It's taken a week, and I think I might be getting sick... but I'm finally getting used to being back home again. Back home with nothing very stressful to do. I finished making this cat for my niece's birthday, though it's a week late.
I also wanted to remind myself that, though it was cold and kind of stormy, I did get to the beach while I was in NY. When I'm in Madison, one thing I forget is how good it feels to stick my feet in beach sand. I took off my shoes, rolled up my jeans, and stuck my feet in the chilly water. It was so nice that I stood there for ten minutes just thinking about it. Here's the shore on Fire Island:
I also wanted to remind myself that, though it was cold and kind of stormy, I did get to the beach while I was in NY. When I'm in Madison, one thing I forget is how good it feels to stick my feet in beach sand. I took off my shoes, rolled up my jeans, and stuck my feet in the chilly water. It was so nice that I stood there for ten minutes just thinking about it. Here's the shore on Fire Island:
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